The stain of fear

favorite river walk

favorite river walk

My earth,

when I walk
upon your back
your energy heals my soul.

When I walk
upon your back,
a fear creeps in
contaminating my feelings
of peace and joy.

I long to walk
in your forests,
along your rivers,
through your grasslands,
and upon the granite of your mountains
where I can drink in the
abundant landscape of your gifts
that flow forth from beneath my feet to the horizon

. . .  without fear.

I long to walk freely like a man
in my own solitary company
to find peace and solace
in your bounty
without fear of violence.
Or, dare I call out the true name?
The paralyzing, primal fear of rape
that gnaws at the corners of my mind.

When will it be so?

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